If the Gang plans ahead, surely they'll knock people's socks off.

You walk through the house as the others start breaking into groups to plot the upcoming mass ****. Passing by a family portrait, you glance at it--the Jennings are all there as their earlier, weaker mortal selves. Maddy, Amanda and Megan all look very much like the mortals you briefly knew--perhaps younger and cleaner--while Robert looks very much like his favored glamour. Perhaps a bit paunchier, and a little less distinguished looking, but on the whole he seems to have been someone who'd aged well. Still, it is the framing of the shot that fascinates you--Amanda and Megan flank a sitting Robert, who has an arm around each, while Maddy embraces her husband from behind, her chin resting on his head. As you stare at the prideful, possessive smile on the mortal Robert's face, you find yourself wondering how much of the incubus was already there, living in the man, waiting for Lilith to set him loose. And looking at how his wife and daughters cling to the man, you wonder how much of the succubi that now shamelessly strut about were waiting for that to happen as well.

"You know, I could handle this myself," notes Derek, walking past you, with Mick on his heels.

"Well, sure," says Mick, "but I've dreamed of getting my hands on your mom's fantastic tits for years now. Not gonna let the opportunity go to waste. And Stacy is also very fine."

"Which is why I want to fuck her tight little body," snarls Derek.

"We can both fuck it, bro," replies Mick. "C'mon. I let you double-team my sister with me. Three times so far."

"All right," says Derek with a sigh.

Mick does a fistpump. "Awesome." He glances over and sees you. "Ahh, hey, bro. Derek and I are planning on going to his house, fuck his mom and sister. You can come with, if you're interested."

"They're the only ones there, and they're almost certainly going to be asleep," says Derek. "We really don't need that much help. He should probably go with Jess to help Warren."

You blink at that. "What?"

"Oh, yeah, your girlfriend and her little protege are going to his house to get his mom," says Mick. "Another small target, though apparently his mom's boyfriend might be there."

"Has this all just been decided?" you grumble.

"Dude, that is why you do not go off to be all pensive and moody when people are planning things," Mick notes. "Do that, and you wind up the guy who has to go out and buy snacks with his own money. And believe me, I know of what I speak, for I have been Snack Guy, Bringer of Sustenance on numerous occasions in my high school, college, and post-college life."

You stare at him for a moment. "I'm still trying to figure you out," you state.

"Good luck," says Mick, following after Derek. "I'm an enigma, like Kaspar Hauser."

As you puzzle your way through that statement, you see Maddy and Robert talking to Maya. "...azed he's home and not at the station," mutters Maya.

"He was put on leave this afternoon," says Maddy. "South Station's been shut down--some incident in the holding cells, which he didn't describe in any detail. I think I know why now." She smirks. "He's pissed, and thinks the City's fucking everything up. Which, yeah, they sorta are, but who really could do better against us?"

Maya chuckles and nods. "That sounds like Dad. That why Hector and Rosita are there?"

"That and not wanting to be in the City proper while this is going down," says Maddy. "But, yeah, Hector is about as pissed as Domingo--going on about how they're putting Riot Control and SWAT in control of the situation."

Maya nods at that. "And yeah, that sounds like my brother-in-law." She sees you there and smiles at you. "Just who I was hoping to see. We're kinda figuring out how to handle my family."

"I gathered," you state. "They sound... importantish..."

"Latinos don't get to move to the nice areas if they aren't," says Maya with a shrug. "But yeah, my dad is Captain Domingo Pelaez of the Narville Metropolitan Police. And my brother-in-law is Lt. Hector Garcia of Narville's Major Case Squad."

"Ahhh. That sounds... potentially dangerous, even if they are mortals," you agree.

"It gets better," says Maya cheerfully. "My mom Carmen is an Army veteran, and my big sister Rosita is a fitness trainer specializing in Power Yoga and a former track athlete."

You stare at her for a moment. "What did your family do for fun?"

"Took part in the state's Amateur Group Ironman competition," she responds. "We've placed Bronze four times, and Silver three." She frowns at that. "It really should have been a Gold two years ago, but the damn judges ruled in favor of those fucking Kimbers in the swim and biking by a hair, after we set a fucking course record for the marathon." She waves her hand dismissively. "Obviously, not important now. But, really, as tough as the rest of them are, the one who really worries me is my kid sister Sofia."

"She a female MMA champ?" you ask.

"Nope, Sofia's the girly girl of the Pelaez sisters," says Maya. "The one where Mom and Dad sorta accepted they hadn't had a son. But she's very, VERY devout. As in, pictures of saints in her room, crosses and rosaries everywhere, constant devotions, and serious consideration of becoming a nun."

You are wondering how to respond to that, when a familiar voice snarls, "Give her to me." You all turn to see Kate standing there, with a wicked smile on her face. She regards you all calmly. "I'll break her devotion like it was fucking glass."

"Sure you're ready for it?" you ask.

"I was fucking created ready for it," drawls Kate. "In me burns the lust of Hell, in which no innocent may survive unscathed! I will crush her faith, devour her soul, and fuck her cunt and asshole RAW to glorify Mistress Lilith!"

"I buy it," says Maya with a nod. "Definitely glad we're on the same side. Because I'm actually a little scared of you, and I pretty much cannot normally feel fear anymore, so I'm sure mortals will find you absolutely terrifying."

"And I'm proud of your confidence in me," says Kate with a smile.

"Plus, it's gonna be awesome, watching you do all that to her," says Maya. "'Cause, honestly, I had issues with Sofia before I joined the hordes of Hell."

"Well, I hope you all have fun," says Maddy brightly. "I'm off with the girls and a few of their friends to see the Wynns--that's Kristen's family. It's going to be such a delight chatting with Ryan and Emily about all these... changes... as well as seeing what a lovely young woman her older sister Natalie has grown into. And after that, we figure we'll see the Donners, and the Fords. It should be a lovely evening." She walks away, putting a sexy wiggle in her sizable and shapely rear that let's you know, that yes, she's absolutely a hellspawned slut who will be fucking the people she just mentioned, preferably nastily.

Robert regards you. "Anyway--we'd like you with us on hitting the Pelaez house. We figure, with the biggest threat down and most of the smaller households also gobbled up as well, the little bits that remain won't be much problem."

"You worried about them getting tipped off?" you ask. "Maybe calling the cops or the sheriff's department?"

"Not too much," says Maya. "The distances between the houses make it hard for them to realize what's going on in a different one. And 911 and the police are all practically jammed. For now, Grove Street's easy pickings. Best to move quick while it still is."

You nod and consider your options.